Rustling Leaves
In the echoes of the silent breeze,
tremors of unheard tales cling,
silently begging for an unravel,
for even shades whisper secrets here.
"Minds garden sorrows the rain cannot wash."
- Sun-withered sage
In the echoes of the silent breeze,
tremors of unheard tales cling,
silently begging for an unravel,
for even shades whisper secrets here.
"Minds garden sorrows the rain cannot wash."
- Sun-withered sage
Curved shadows dance upon soil
dipped in twilight's ink, an embrace
forged in forgotten serenades
where dissonance grows with vibrant blooms.
"Every star has its shadow hymn."
Paths of the CrescendoCreep the tendrils into voids
clothed in radiant azure thoughts,
yearning for hues lost beneath
ancient libraries charged with whispers.
“Roots drink silence, taste echo.”
Collective Ether